Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

As an XXX-level magical animal, the elf is actually not that powerful.

According to the level indication of the Ministry of Magic, magical creatures of this level generally represent that ordinary wizards can be easily tamed.

However, for the unsuspecting second-year little wizard, they were nothing short of a disaster.

Some of these Cornwall elves grabbed inkwells and splashed them all over the class.

Some tore books and papers to shreds, and tore off pictures on the walls.

Others turned the waste bin upside down, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out of the broken window.

After a few minutes, half the class hid under the table, and Seamus

"Come, come, round them up, round them up, they're just elves..." Lockhart shouted loudly, rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand, and was about to cast a spell.

Clark was one step ahead of him, using [Manipulate Small Objects] to pretend to be a Levitation Charm, first imprisoned an elf, and then shouted in a voice blessed with [Mind Infection] and [Charm Human]:

"Don't panic, everyone, do as Professor Lockhart said, and cooperate, this is the test given to us by the professor!"

Unlike Lockhart, who had no prestige, Clark, who was blessed with two psychic powers, calmed down the students in the classroom from their panic as soon as he opened his mouth.

And soon under his organization, a counterattack was launched.

"A group of three, one person picks up the book next to him for defense, one person casts a spell to restrict the movement of the elf, and the other person attacks freely, be careful not to accidentally injure your companion!"

Hermione was the first to respond to Clark's call, and a freezing spell froze an elf that wanted to hit Clark, and threw it into the cage together with the one imprisoned by him.

Immediately afterwards, the second person to respond to Clark was the transfer student Bruce from Ilvermorny, USA.

"Hahaha, this course is really interesting."

With a wave of his hand, he caught a flying elf very calmly, and then ruthlessly threw it to the ground, knocking it to pieces, and passed out.

With the leader, the rest of the little wizards also reacted. Neville directly picked up the textbook in front of him, like playing a baseball, and knocked out a little elf in front of him who was making faces at him.

There were not many of these elves,

Under their counterattack, they were defeated and captured at a speed visible to the naked eye, and stuffed into a cage.

When the last elf was driven into the cage under the coercion of several little wizards, the whole classroom fell silent again.

Immediately afterwards, there was applause that lasted for a long time.

Although the classroom is already a mess at the moment, broken glass and paper are all over the floor, and the tables, chairs and benches are also crumbling.

But every little wizard's face was flushed red from the strenuous exercise and excitement.

"Quiet." Clark pressed his hand, and the applause gradually died down. He walked up to Lockhart and reported loudly.

"Professor, all the elves have been caught. To be honest, this is the first practical class we have experienced since we entered school. We didn't behave well at the beginning. Please forgive me."

That's right, last year their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was Professor Quirrell who was parasitized by Voldemort. It was a joke to ask a Dark Lord to teach students how to defend against the Dark Arts.

Lockhart's originally flustered expression had disappeared at this moment. He stood on the podium and nodded with a smile on his face, as if everything was within his expectations.

Because the elf did not snatch the wand away like in the original book, some of the little wizards present saw his expression, and some really thought it was the test Lockhart gave them.

Then Clark said:

"Through this practical class, we have also learned a lot of truths. What you want to convey must be that no matter what enemy you face, you must not take it lightly. You must remain vigilant at all times and deal with it calmly.

I have to say, this is really a valuable first lesson. "

Under Clark's flattery, Lockhart's face showed a bright smile again.

"Yes, Mr. Prewett, you understand correctly, what an excellent little wizard, twenty points from Gryffindor!

Classmates, what he said is exactly the adventure experience I want to tell you. Remember, stay vigilant at all times! "

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and in the corridor, the students who had just finished their Defense Against the Dark Arts class were still happily discussing what happened in class just now.

According to word of mouth, I believe that this matter will soon spread in Hogwarts, and the young wizards in other colleges are probably looking forward to Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It's a pity that they will never be able to take the special Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class. After all, with today's lesson, our Professor Lockhart will definitely choose a safer teaching method.

"What's the matter with you today?" Hermione, who was walking on the road, looked at Clark beside her, and said with an expression that she didn't know him at all.

"I never thought that you are so talented in pleasing the teacher."

"Pleasuring the teacher? How can you say that." Clark said in an exaggerated tone: "Don't you think Professor Lockhart taught well? I remember that you put his courses in heart-shaped circles on the timetable. It's out."

"That's enough!" Hermione blushed angrily. "That was my moment of confusion. In today's class, any smart person can see what kind of guy Lockhart is."

"You must know something too," she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Do you have something to ask him to do? The only special thing about Lockhart is his status as a professor. There must be some conspiracy behind you coaxing him like this !"

Clark pushed Hermione away, "Don't speak so harshly, what is conspiracy, I respect Professor Lockhart very much."

Hermione looked at him with disgust, "Fake it, you still pretend, every time you smile, I know you must have no good intentions."

"Okay, okay, I do have something to do, and I want to get Professor Lockhart's help, but it must not be a conspiracy. I will tell you when there is no one in the lounge at twelve o'clock tonight."

"Tch, who cares? You like to talk or not." Clarke just finished speaking, and Hermione hugged the book, snorted arrogantly, and left straight away.

Clark yelled at her, "I've got George and Fred on a date, too. Don't forget."

As if angry, Hermione left at a faster pace. Clark looked at her back going to the library, and could only shake his head helplessly. Not knowing where he provoked her, he turned and faced Gryffin Lots of common rooms to walk to.